"So you're the legendary Medicine Emperor. I've long heard of you." Xiao Yan gave Han Feng an exceedingly perfunctory cupped-fist salute. Glancing at the people around them, he chuckled. "You've mobilized quite a force to block our path. Could it be that you're planning to kill us and seize our treasure?"
"Hehe, whatever do you mean, Sect Master Mo? We merely sensed an unusual energy here and came over to take a look." As Han Feng gazed at the mass of deep-blue flame in Zi Yan's hand, a trace of greed flashed through his eyes. "I never imagined you'd be so fortunate, Sect Master Mo, to actually find a heavenly flame. How enviable."
"Spare me the pleasantries. Whatever you have to say, say it." Xiao Yan sneered at the men who had quietly sealed off every avenue of escape.
"Straight to the point, as expected of Sect Master Mo. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony. To be frank, my objective is naturally the heavenly flame in your possession. You're an alchemist too, Sect Master Mo, so you should know how important heavenly flames are to us. As long as you're willing to do me the favor of handing it over, I'll meet whatever conditions you name-even a sixth-grade pill recipe. What do you say?" Han Feng asked with a genial smile.
"Heh, you want to trade a mere sixth-grade pill recipe for a heavenly flame? What an enormous favor that would be." Xiao Yan smiled contemptuously and mocked him coldly. "You're an alchemist, and I'm not? Since you know how important heavenly flames are to alchemists, stop wasting your breath on this nonsense. If you want it, come and take it. I'll take on anything you throw at me."
"Arrogant brat!" Hearing Xiao Yan's utterly disrespectful words, Han